The phone rang at 3 a.m. Again.
Because her mother is older now, the missus was out of bed like a jack in the box, so I woke to her side of the conversation. “Yes. Yes. Okay. Thank you.”
It was the police. Someone had stolen the catalytic converter out from under our Toyota truck, which was parked across the street from our house. The neighbor closest to it heard the sound of tools on metal, looked out the window and saw a “dark vehicle” near our truck, and called the police. The dark vehicle left a few minutes before the police arrived. Leaving with our catalytic converter.
Apparently, there are fences out there who sell catalytic converters to junkyards and such. The police dusted for fingerprints. If the #$%& jerks are caught, the reward will go to the woman who called the police — our thanks to her, again.
What a nuisance. It’s a $100 deductible to us. Plus, we won’t have the truck back for a while, until the insurer approves the estimate for replacement.
The kicker? This is the second time the catalytic converter has been stolen from that truck …